A new love could be about to bloom for Lily in this bright, warm women’s
fiction title that fans of Holly Hepburn and Cathy Bramley will love.

Lily Rose Baxter loves her little flower shop on Foxley Street and the
freedom and independence from her family that it represents.

Lily can't help but feel that something is missing from her life…, but when
mysterious stranger Will Singer comes into her shop looking for the perfect
bouquet of roses, all that could be about to change.

EXTRACT

Will Singer looked every inch the
thirty-two-year-old man he was. The bathroom mirror rarely did anyone any
favours, but this particular winter morning it appeared to be magically
channelling the mirror from Snow White
in terms of stark clarity and downright truth. Who’s the hottest man of them all? Certainly not you, dude.

He had badly needed a shave. People
were starting to comment on it, but the clean-shaven Will was not a great
improvement. At least his dark stubble had detracted from the huge Kardashian-sized
luggage wedged under his eyes. Without his hairy mask, Will felt naked, unable
to hide.

Even worse was the fact that the
lack of hair on his face left people free to roam over his other features, in
particular the mop of hair sprouting from his head. He looked like Lionel Messi
mixed with Mufasa the lion. It did well for them, but Will wasn’t sure it was
such a great style for him. Any longer and he would have to buy an Alice band
like Beckham. Start sporting a man bun. He was pretty sure the villagers had
never seen a man bun. It might scare them enough to dust off the pitchforks and
torches. He had a sudden vision of his uncle Archie dressed like Braveheart,
rallying the twin set and mohair-clad villagers into action from atop a horse. ‘People of Westfield, we shall not lie
down and die. The man bun must be destroyed!’

He chuckled to himself at his own
humour. He would have to tell Lily that joke later.

The Flower Shop on Foxley St. by Rachel Dove is responsible for the fact that my house is a mess. On my day off when I should have been doing all my little odd jobs, I instead was glued to this book. Once I started reading it I was absolutely hooked. It was the perfect book for a cold and rainy day and left me with a real feel good feeling as I read the last page.

Lily has bought over her parents florists shop and they have now retired. However, retirement is not agreeing with either of them and after 30 years together they are ready to kill each other! And poor Lily is caught up in the middle of the two warring factions. To add further complications to her life, her very long engagement to Stuart is beginning to irk her slightly and its no surprise when Lily becomes attracted to Will, the handsome hunk who comes into her shop twice a week to buy flowers. Their friendship soon blossoms (you see what I did there?) and Lily enjoys Will's company more than Stuart's. However, Will is holding something back. Does he have a deep dark secret? If he does, he's unwilling to share it with Lily. How long can Lily go on putting her own dreams on hold to keep everyone else in her life happy? How long can her parents continue down the path of marital destruction?

Rachel Dove's wonderful community of Westfield is just my sort of place! There are some amazing characters in this book and a special mention has to go to Roger! What a scream. Totally loved his flouncing! He is such a good friend to the lovely Lily who is such a sweet character and very likeable. The banter between Lily and Simon too is really good fun and did make me laugh. Every girl needs a male best friend in her life and Lily is lucky to have two! Rachel Dove has an incredible writing talent. She can write a book with a serious side that is perfectly counterbalanced with the right amount of humour in all the right places. The book is paced just perfectly and I devoured every page. Beautifully written with the sizzle of attraction between Will and Lily bouncing off the pages. And, I did fall hard for Will! Another book boyfriend to add to my list. A story about love, heartache, grief and a message about taking chances. A highly recommended read from me! Go buy the book and instantly fall in love with the characters and The Flower Shop on Foxley St.

I
am a wife, mother of two boys, perpetual student, avid reader and writer of
words. I sometimes sleep, always have eye bags and dream of retiring to a big
white house in Cornwall, with 2 shaggy dogs, drinking wine on my seafront
balcony whilst creating works of romantic fiction. All done with immaculate
make up and floaty dresses.

In the meantime I nearly always remember to brush my hair, seldom have time to
look in a mirror and write many, many to-do lists.

My first solo novel, Crossing Life Lines is out now in Kindle and paperback
format. Look out for my horror shorts, published through Bayou Brew Publishing:
The House of Sugar Blood, August 2013 and Uni Assassin, out now, and my short
story, Mallow Girl, out now.

In July 2015, I won the Prima magazine and Mills & Boon Flirty Fiction
Competition, with my entry, The Chic Boutique on Baker Street, out now in ebook
and paperback, and the follow up novel in the series, The Flower Shop on Foxley
Street.

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